Smyrna times., 1887-02-02
All the World Loves a Lover.


There is a perennial interest in love
affairs. All the world loves a lover"
and all the world likes to know, too,
the particulars of the case. The Press
has been making a collection of decla-
rations of love from recent novels and
here they are.
One of the most charming of these
new novels is "A Romantic Young
Lady," by Robert Grant. No fewer
than four lovers offer the romantic
young lady their hearts in the pages of
the book and when it is added that
Miss Virginia (now Mrs. Prime) is fair
to the sight and the pOssessor of
$4,000,OOO the attentions of the young
men will be understood. The first
declaration was by Newport dandy
barber's block" as Virginia's cruel
father thought him. Roger had rOwed
with Virginia out upon the moOnlit
sea. 1t is Virginia herself who con-
fesses thus:
Virginia, l have brought you out
here where we are all alone, and where
only nature can interrupt US, to tell you
that l adore you. Let the inconstant
moon and twinkling stars laugh rs they
please. l know that true love exists,
for my soul is full of it at this moment.
Speak, dearest, and make me happy
forever"
In the fulness of my transport at the
ardent words it seemed to me that
heaven was come down to earth. My
dreams had promised no such blessed
ness as this. Family and softly muir
INJURED:
Roger, you know that love you
with all my heart"
"My darling"
My beloved"
He who won the millionaire miss did
so in this scene:
He made a motion as though to wave
that consideration aside. No one can
take your place. But that is not all.
Let us sit down, Miss Bailey; l have
something to say to you. had meant
to say it very soon, but it must be said
now or never. love you"
| trembled like a leaf at his awowal-
did not even yet know why.
i love you from the bottom of my
SOUL" he said, once more, and now his
words were poured out in a passionate
flood, TO which listened with a strange
JOY that thrilled me through and
through.
Dorothy in "A Politicians Daugh-
ter " has none of the ways of the poll
tician. She is direct or nothing. Wit
ness her rejection of a politicians son !:
All the time his hat was whirling on
the cane, and Dorothy caught his SEN
tences like sparks from a japanese
rocket As he paused she said Why
do you come to say all this to me, Mr..
Chapman? Why make it a personal
matterR"-" Because it is n personal
matter to me, Miss Harcourt want
you to be my wife" The hat was laid
aside and the cane against his chair,
but Irving Chipman understood Doro-
thy we'll enough not to take one step
nearer her. 1t seemed to him having
known this woman was to have shown
to him all his presumption, conceit and
egOtism. There was no doubt in his
mind that he was very much in love
with her, but he had a most uncomfort-
able sensation of standing in awe OF
her.
And was the price of the election?"
She was superb Nemesis as she sal
there looking at him with her gray
eyes radiating topaz lights and hel
white teeth almost closed.
Not at all" Irving stammered, but
was at a loss to continue. He had moi
expected this turn of affairs. He haC
counted upon her sympathy with the
political machinery.
mo, Mr. Chipman, am not goine
to make you accountable for the sins o
both our fathers. Whatever your prim,
motive in desiring to make me you
wife, believe that at this moment you
are sincere in thinking your present
motive personal. Let us put, then, al
ulteriOr questions out of the way.
do not wish to be your wife"
Though Dorothy gave snch positive
"nO " to that lover, the yielding yes
is seen on the very last page of the
novel:
She stood.there, both hands toward
him, and he took them, "Will yol
forgive me-" he said, all my brutality
all my blind stupidity? Will you le
me make your life sweet and happy
Let me make up in devotion what
lack in all that you are worthy of, my
queen, my love!"
For she had not protested, and he
hands lay passively in his, and h'
needed no answer.
Wainwright, in Edgar Fawcetc's g
Gentleman of Leisure" now printed il
new form by the Riverside press, is
model man in some things. He de
serves the love of good girl, and thii
is how he claimed it-for Ruth is in
deed good girl:
Wainwright instantly followed her
He overlook her just as she had place,
her foot on the first step Of the stair
case. She looked around and saw him
Then he caught her hand and held
hard-so hard that she could not fre
it if she would.
"Will you be my wife?" he said YER
} low, yet quite distinctly.
Ruth burst into tears. Ahp sh
murmered, you are asking me becaus
J you pity me-"
! 81 am asking you because l Low
: you" he said.
l. Her cheeks had fired to scarlet. Hi